A guest in the hot tub

Brian guides you onto the well lit back deck, which is much larger than you expected, beyond which a back yard recedes into the wooded darkness. The eye is drawn to the centerpiece of the deck, a large wood-panelled jacuzzi tub. Inside the tub is a black man you do not recognize, he looks older, and has a couple days of stubble on his face.

"Hello Elisha," he greets you with a smile. "Come over here."

"Ellie," you reply cautiously as you approach the tub, blue eyes wide and wary. "Everybody calls me Ellie."

"Everybody calls me the Bully," he laughs. He has an accent you can't place. "But if I call you Ellie, I suppose you call me Bull." He looks you up and down. "My now aren't you a pretty little thing, Ellie. How about you come on in here and we can talk? The water is fine."

"I, uh, don't have anything to wear," you say, shrugging your shoulders slightly but Bull shakes his head.

"You don't have to wear anything, Ellie, see?" he scolds you gently but firmly. Bull stands up in the tub to reveal his barrel chest. Your eyes are unable to resist travelling down his hairy torso to his crotch, where just at the water line you can make out his penis, dark and thick and long even though it is not yet fully erect. Having never seen a black cock before, you gasp and bring a hand to your mouth, your eyes darting back up to his. Bull is smirking at you, he knows what you seen and how you've reacted, and though he speaks to you softly, there is no doubt it is a command. "Take off your clothes and get in here now, so we can get to know each other."